She had begun to tremble a little, the tears were in her eyes.
"Oh, I know!" he faltered, with a break in his own voice. "But you'll leave your sorrows behind in my world."
It was midnight when Maraton left the House. He came out with Mr. Foley, and they stood for a moment at the entrance. An electric coupé rolled swiftly up.
"You must come home with me for a minute or two, Maraton," Mr. Foley urged. "It is on your way."
The coupé, however, was already occupied. Elisabeth leaned out of the window. She held the door open.
"I am going to take Mr. Maraton back with me," she insisted. "The car is there for you, uncle."
Mr. Foley smiled.
"Quite right," he assented. "Get in, Maraton. I shall be home before you."
Maraton obeyed, and they glided out of the Palace yard.
"I was there all the time," Elisabeth told him quietly. "I heard everything. I was so glad, so proud. Even your Labour Members had to come and shake hands with you."